April 18, 2035
Kang Min-cheol clutched his trembling hands tightly. “(Portuguese) …You okay? Sure you don’t need a doctor?” Bruno grabbed his shoulder. Kang nodded. “…This villa has no indoor cameras. We have no idea if they’re armed or preparing an attack.” He pointed at the villa. Bruno nodded. “We’ll handle anyone coming out. Don’t worry. Your job is to monitor external IP cameras and alert us if they try to escape.”
Kang nodded, but he was tense. The Brazilian special forces, arriving in armored trucks to surround Dmitry Grekov’s villa, had likely been spotted by Gamamusa via IP cameras and satellite imagery. Yet Kang had to proceed. So far, there was no sign Grekov had fled. Not yet. When the special forces knocked on the villa’s door, a man and a woman emerged. Kang, receiving data from the team’s body cams, confirmed their faces. “…Baek Hyung-jin and Ko A-young secured. Now we just need Dmitry.”
The team stormed the villa, rifles raised, searching every corner. “(Portuguese) …Strange. Signs show one or two more people were here. Where’d they go?” As the operatives grew confused, Kang stayed calm. Bruno turned to him. “…Can you see where Dmitry is now?” Kang scratched his head. “…Was just about to say. He’s 400 km away, in a commercial district.” Using the wires in his brain, Kang scanned hundreds of Rio’s IP cameras, tracking Grekov in real-time. Bruno grabbed his radio. “(Portuguese) Move to the commercial district now. Go!”
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“Ugh… nothing’s going right. Why’d the director send me here?” Jung Min-ju sat in a tinted black van, monitoring the surroundings. She recalled NIS Director Bae Jung-gil’s words from days ago: “We can’t catch Gamamusa anymore. He’s a businessman protected by Russia’s government, no longer a spy we can nab through international cooperation. Dmitry, though pardoned by Russia, is still in Brazil and can be arrested for corruption. Catch him, and Gamamusa’s finished. Go get him!” Jung Min-ju scoffed. “…Damn it. Should’ve nabbed Gamamusa and roughed him up. Now I’m stuck chasing some corrupt Russian tycoon.”
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Vroom…! Two men on a motorcycle sped by. A bronze-skinned, muscular man drove, with a middle-aged man in sunglasses and a helmet riding behind. “…Tch, two on a bike? They’re asking for an accident. Bikers are trouble everywhere…” Beep! Her car’s GPS flashed a red dot moving. Kim Min-seok, a level-4 NIS agent beside her, pointed. “…Agent Jung, the special forces are moving. What do we do?” Jung Min-ju glared. “…Can’t you think for yourself? I said follow the red dot. The trucks have trackers.”
Kim Min-seok pointed at the GPS. “…Yeah, but the red dots are scattering.” Jung Min-ju checked the screen. The trackers on the special forces’ armored trucks were splitting in multiple directions. She turned to Kim. “…This happens when there are multiple targets. The special forces must be chasing several people.” Kim looked baffled. “…Multiple targets? I thought we’re after Dmitry alone.” Jung Min-ju nodded. “…Exactly. This means one thing: there are multiple people posing as Dmitry.”
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“(Portuguese) All units, listen up! Nine individuals suspected to be Dmitry! Only one is real!” Bruno Mendeira cut the radio and turned to Kang Min-cheol, who was sweating profusely. “…Is this really the best you’ve got? I thought your intel was solid.” Kang shook his head. “…Like I said, I only access IP cameras and satellite imagery. When Grekov popped up in multiple places, I got thrown. We’ve been played.” He gritted his teeth. If he had Gamamusa’s “God Brain” chip, he could’ve cross-referenced the IDs of Brazil’s 300 million people, identifying all nine impostors instantly. Using decoys was a tactic he couldn’t counter. This had to be Gamamusa’s plan, exploiting Kang’s limitations. “…Gamamusa, you bastard…”
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